HOSTILE.

Sliced up my sanity, I feel like a bevel Guess I just misread the schedule You ask me to punch in I'd rather just knock out Ramune, I feel like I'm pop now Drop tabs, let's rock out You got the chrome but I'm hostile Hasta la vista I cannot get played Fraud with the piece Your eyes looking glazed Graced by my presence Now my edges are frayed You think you a king But I rule all the slade Aye I'm Playing with spades Digging my dirt, I'm sorry, I'll say Speaking a séance Waking at night, just to see the days gone Walking around with a daze in my iris Planting my roots somewhere you can't find it Should've detected manure that's behind you My corneas can't comprehend how corny you been You a bit of punk, you acting like you Ben I'm Joel Embiid I am top 10 You Danny Green in the finals You not shooter You are a loser Less than a leech is Pussy and poser Pretending, the pretense You pretended to pretend Posts and the profit More 'portant than breathing So pussy, just stop it Trying to sign me You just dick hopping You kind of a Kronke with how rapid You stopped tryna play up the perfect actor Collapsed all your goals to harass women Then ya life fell to disaster A pastor, you preaching You reaching your hands So now they should get broke off You lie bout a nine iron Thought you meant pro golf You not out the woods yet Bet you didn't know I know Oh it ain't even good yet You don't got shit on me Begged me for a record, please I can't believe Your audacity You don't got shit on me Begged me for a record, please I can't believe Your audacity Begging for money It's not even worth it for free